Idaho news. (Blackfoot, Idaho) 1887-1891, 1887-08-06
Stories OF BOYS.

We were always town boys Who
but town boy could have been the
hero Of such tale as lhlsp One Of
us, when only three or four years old,
was on visit TO the country. To him,
many OF the commonest objects of coun.
try life were novel. so much so, that
even horse quietly grazing in road.
side field, was accounted worthy OF
special attention, and was accordingly
pointed out to the young townsman.
See, Arthur. there's a horse" Tho
reply was as prompt as It was unex-
pected; That's not horse: it's
cowf" mo. no, that one over there;'
and the horse was pointed out again.
Remonstrance, however. were In vain,
for the youngstcr still held to his theo-
ny. "It isn't horse" he declared
with an air of conviction based on ex-
perience-''it isn't horse. It's a cowl
Horses has cabs, to 'emr' And no
amount of argument could induce the
young townsman to entertain the bare
idea Of horse without cab.
At one time we had little sister.
Her immediate predecessors had
among his toys an india-rnbber doll
that squeaked on being hammered in
the stomach. One day the nurse left.
the baby-girl quietly sleeping in the
cradle, with her youngest brother
playing contentedly in the room. Be
fore long. the nurse was brought back
by loud cries from the baby; and on
hurrying TO find reason for this dis
turbance. soon discovered it Not
understanding that there was any ma
terial difference between the doll and
his baby-sistcr. it had occurred 10 tho
young gentleman. who had probably
heard the baby cry, that the cries we're
produced in the same manner in both
instances. Fired with a mistaken
ambition to make the new dolly cry
for himself, he bad promptly seized
the opportunity afforded by the nurses
absence, and was vigorously pounding
his sisters stomach. accompanying
each thrust by the command, ''Queak,
dollyF queakr' and delightcdly in
creasing the power Of his tattoo as the
unfortunate baby's cries grew louder.
Another brother, staying at the time
with his grandmother. was very rest
less one afternoon, and not content
with admiring the view from the win
dow himself. must needs draw his
grandmother's attention again and
again to passing objects. At last he
espied policeman. and asked: whats
he looking for. gam'ma?" Here was
an opening for well-merited reproof,
and the reply was no doubt intended to
crush the juvenile questioner: "Oh.
should think he's looking for naughty
little boysr' But the watch at tho
window was resumed, and before long
another policeman came in sight, to be
greeted by delighted exclamation.
that called forth from the grandmother
the pointed inquiry: ..WelL. what's he
looking fora" This time it was the
youngsters turn. and it was with an
air Of steady conviction that he an
nounccd; 'Tshould think he's looking
for naughty gam'masr'
The same young gentleman early
displayed marked Partially for the
fair sex. and returning one evening
from children's party. was heard to
complain in very injured tone: Il
wis little girls mammas wouldn't put
so many pins in 'em. just put my
arms round one of der necks. and
pricked myself ever sor'
A youngster under four years old
was going from home for awh lie. His
goycrness was to be left behind; and
feigning deep sorrow at his abandon
ment of her. she asked what she was to
do while he was away. '-Oh, sit on a
NOISY tone and weep" was the quick
and apt reply, worthy of aproverbial
philosopher himself. - Chambers Jour